Temporal perfection... Isla blinked, gaze drawn to the magnificent light of the tree as the Voice touched her hand to it. She smiled despite herself - the world that her patron imagined must have been wonderful indeed, and whether or not she knew she was doing it, Isla had already decided that she would help as much as she could. So when the Voice spoke of being bound, of being trapped, her interest was keen.
"Within the barrier...?" She wondered out loud, though rather than any divine whim, Isla was simply making an educated guess. The barrier trapped them all. "We are trying to get out. To get everyone out. If we are successful, then would you be free...?"
"Within the barrier...?" She wondered out loud, though rather than any divine whim, Isla was simply making an educated guess. The barrier trapped them all. "We are trying to get out. To get everyone out. If we are successful, then would you be free...?"
